For the water
to bring the land,
I struggle myself in the stillness
of the huge lakes
of my eyes

For the hurt
the chest closes within,
choking every virtue,
burns as incense
and perfume the world
of reefs

My intense thirst
devours the sea, the river, the lake,
and when, finally,
it leaves me in Carthage
I understand that the blind forces
in which I found myself
guided me to the saline
where I wreck

Salt!
Salt is what's left to me!
And such is my thirst
to be back to the pond where I came from
that to give back to the soil
the sea​​, the river, the lake,
and then
the pit of my eyes overflows
and there it is
the water brings the land.